Bomb First

Bomb First Lyrics

[Kids ovation]

[Intro:]

DAMN!

[Hook: {Big TaMá$}]

I wish the worst on them niggas [gunshot] wish a hearse on them niggas

Fuck defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them niggas

Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas {Whoooooooo! }

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas. [scream]

Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with' these lames, time to duck!

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, {GOD-... } light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]

I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker

Nigga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that nigga

Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that nigga

Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that nigga. [classic evil laughter]

Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he takin stabs

Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em mad;

Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball, take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}

I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit

Jealous of the ho you hit all way down to ya outfit

Stand up nigga! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet

Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {LLYOD BANK$! }

Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that, I never sweat!

Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet?

Nigga this is heaven sent, you know the side I represent

South! Can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck. {COME ON! }

[Hook:]

I wish the worst on them niggas wish a hearse on them niggas

Fuck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas

Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up!

[Verse 2:]

I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' 'bout the money

Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny

Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a taste

Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face

Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas

Fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?

Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer knew me all my life

Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night

And the industry of motherfuckers I don't even like

Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight!

Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite

I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type!

[Hook:]

I wish the worst on them niggas wish a hearse on them niggas

Fuck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas

Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN! }